eleven o'clock. tick tock.
So, Hubby and I were lying in bed last night, watching Fantastic Four, as recommended by some of his students (*naff* movie, don’t bother) and the phone rang….
It was the fabulous Hogman, 100 metres from the front of stage at U2’s vertigo concert in
Talking was nigh impossible, so a series of texts ensued:
It may be too late to call u when they come on but if you want a call during a song lemme know :)
The mexican waves have started
I will call you when they first come on but don’t expect a conversation :)
And then.. the phone rang:
screaming crowd. electric guitar.
The less you find out as you go
I knew much more then than I do now
Neon heart day-glow eyes
A city lit by fireflies
They're advertising in the skies
For people like us
And I miss you when you're not around
I'm getting ready to leave the ground
Oh you look so beautiful tonight
In the city of blinding lights..”
What a huge buzz. We missed out on tickets to the NZ concert in a week and a half. But hey, now we’ve been at a concert in
The songs are in our eyes, we see them when we smile..